They quarreled incessantly and they had been at odds ever since he could remember.
One said night the other said day.
One voted yea the other voted nay.
It seemed as though an invisible force kept them relentlessly at loggerheads.
As Adam watched his little brother desperately struggle to survive the injuries, that he himself had inflicted, he was overwhelmed with a conscious realization. Adam understood just how much Little Joe really meant to him. They shared so much in their lives, except for that one little thing.
Without hesitating, Adam leaned over and whispered softly, “I love you, Joe.”